Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.